Ngaio snorts, glad not to be the only one who's tired (she thinks), and shakes his hand. Despite how small her hand is, her handshake is firm and confident. "Ngaio." She articulates it clearer than she would normally, hopeful that he'll catch the nasal ng at the start even though experience has taught her most English speakers default to bio with an N.

"So, Mike." She's going to meet a lot of new people here, might as well try to remember some names. "What are you in for?" She indicates the bus, meaning the Jaeger Academy at large, with a nod of her head.